In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands. From empty, vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has left again. And all will fall, with or without our good will. So we fool them all, who pray for those who never will. And we both let go.
Never been much for pity Never been much for shame But I can't help but sever the ties They tie so well On one side they're holding on to what we were And here we are, holding the hands of the severed And we both let go.
The fire burns like cancer The scarring lasts forever We all play tricks for fools Who see us as their sinless answer
Over and over again.. And over and over and over and over...
